"Do you like this skirt?" It looks amazing on you." I'm glad you like it, I would wear it to school, but it seems like it would be a tad inappropriate...for a teacher to wear," she laughs,"but, I wanted to show you." You are truly a gorgeous lady, Miss Smith." Flatterer," she kisses me again,"the say flattery gets you nowhere, but that's a load of bunk. Don't you think so, handsome?" I suppose so, Miss Smith."She puts her hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eye. "You can call me Rachel. The sickness was rising with her. Yet she had to fight it down. She had to endure this monstrous indecency. She had to!“Don’t try and fool me,” warned Quentin. “I shall know...”“Yes... M-Master...”Quentin frigged the girl expertly, sometimes delving in with his fingers. He knew what he was about and he knew the girl would not be able to resist him, despite all her loathing and revulsion. That was the way of the world!Soon he was aware of a greater warmth and an even greater wetness of the soft. Look at all the guys I've screwed." And that makes you a slut?" She tilted her head and cocked her eyebrow. "A slut, if I recall right, likes sex. Nice girls aren't supposed to, which is probably news to every woman. And you like sex, we both know that." Well..." Well, nothing. You do. I seem to recall an essay you showed me once, something you wrote back in high school. You went on at some length about how you liked everything about sex, and you went into explicit detail, too. I've gotten to. "Try?! She laughed. "You've got no fucking choice in the matter." She dropped to her knees and reached forward to his pants, instantly unzipping them as she whisked both his trousers and boxers down in one fell swoop to expose his hard throbbing cock to the room full of her friends who instantly laughed and cheered. "Watch this girls" she instructed as she took his length in one hand and wrapped her devouring lips around the head of his shaft. Just like the previous blow job her head instantly.